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RAGGEDY AN DY 

STORIES 

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PUBLISHED BV 

P.F.VOLLA/ND COMPANY 

NEW VORK CHICAGO TORONTO 




Copyright 1920 
P. F. Volland Company 
Chicago, U. S. A. 

(All rights reserved.) 
Copyright, Great Britain, 1920 



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Gainsville, Florida, 

r 1 r- 11 January 8, 1919. 

Johnny Gruelle, ^ ^ ^ 

Care of P. F. Volland Company. 

Chicago, Ill. 

Dear Johnny: 


W HEN I saw your Raggedy Ann books and dolls in a 
store near here, I went right in and bought one of 
each, and when I had read your introduction to 
“Raggedy Ann” I went right up to an old trunk in my own 
attic and brought down the doll I am sending you with this 
letter. 

This doll belonged to my mother and she played with it 
when a little girl. She treasured it highly, I know, for she 
kept it until I came and then she gave it to me. 

The fun that we two have had together I cannot begin to 
tell you, but often, like the little boy who went out into the 
garden to eat worms when all the world seemed blue and 
clouded, this doll and I went out under the arbor and had our 
little cry together. I can still feel it’s soft rag arms (as I 
used to imagine) about me, and hear the words of comfort 
(also imaginary) that were whispered in my ear. 

As you say in your Raggedy Ann book, “Fairyland must 
be filled with rag dolls, soft loppy rag dolls who go through 
all the beautiful adventures found there, nestling in the 
crook of a dimpled arm.” I truly believe there is such a 










fairyland and that rag dolls were first made there, or how else 
could they bring so much sunshine into a child’s life? 

All the little girls of my acquaintance have your Raggedy 
Ann book and doll, and for the happiness you have brought 
to them let me give to you the doll of all my dolls, the doll I 
loved most dearly. 

May it prove to you a gift from Fairyland, bringing with 
it all the “wish come true” that you may wish and, if possible, 
add to the sunshine in your life. 

My mother called the doll Raggedy Andy and it was by 
this name that I have always known him. Is it any wonder 
that I was surprised when I saw the title of your book? 

Introduce Raggedy Andy to Raggedy Ann, dear Johnny. 
Let him share in the happiness of your household. 

Sincerely yours. 

Raggedy Andy’s “Mama.” 

Wilton, Connecticut, 
January 12, 1919. 

Dear John: 

Your letter brings many pleasant memories to my mind 
and takes me back to my childhood. 

Living next door to us, when I was about four years old, 
was a little girl named Bessie; I cannot recall her last name. 







When my mother made Raggedy Ann for me, Bessie’s mother 
made a rag doll for her, for we two always played together; 
as I recall, there was no fence between our two houses. 

Bessie’s doll was made a day or so after Raggedy Ann, 
I think, though I am not quite certain which of the two dolls 
was made first. However, Bessie’s doll was given the name of 
Raggedy Andy, and one of the two dolls was named after the 
other, so that their names would sound alike. 

We children played with the two rag dolls most of the time 
until Bessie’s family m^oved away—when I was eight or nine 
years old. They had faces just alike; the mother who made 
the first doll probably painted both doll faces. I do not re¬ 
member just how Raggedy Andy was dressed, but I know 
he often wore dresses over his boy clothes when Bessie and I 
decided that he and Raggedy Ann should be sisters for the day. 

You will remember I told you about Raggedy Andy long 
ago, John. 

Isn’t it strange that the two old rag dolls should come 
together after all these years I wish Raggedy Andy’s 
“Mama” had signed her name, for I should like to write to 
her. Perhaps there may be some way of finding her out. 

Anyway, it seems to m.e you have the subject for another 
rag doll book, for Raggedy Andy must have had some won¬ 
derful adventures in his long life. 

Yours lovingly. 


Mom. 



HOW RAGGEDY ANDY CAME 


O NE day Daddy took Raggedy Ann dov/n to his office 
and propped her up against some books upon his 
desk; he wanted to have her where he could see her 
cheery smile all day, for, as you must surely know, smiles 
and happiness are truly catching. 

Daddy wished to catch a whole lot of Raggedy Ann's 
cheeriness and happiness and put all this down on paper, so 
that those who did not have Raggedy Ann dolls might see 
just how happy and smiling a rag doll can be. 

So Raggedy Ann stayed at Daddy's studio for three or 
four days. 

She was missed very, very much at home and Marcella 
really longed for her, but knew that Daddy was borrowing 
some of Raggedy Ann's sunshine, so she did not complain. 

Raggedy Ann did not complain either, for in addition to 
the sunny, happy smile she always wore (it was painted on). 
Raggedy Ann had a candy heart, and of course no one (not 
even a rag doll) ever complains if they have such happiness 
about them. 

One evening, just as Daddy was finishing his day's work, 
a messenger boy came with a package; a nice, soft lumpy 
package. 

Daddy opened the nice, soft lumpy package and found a 
letter. 













Gran’ma had told Daddy, long before this, that at the time 
Raggedy Ann was made, a neighbor lady had made a boy 
doll. Raggedy Andy, for her little girl, who always played with 
Gran’ma. 

And when Gran’ma told Daddy this she wondered what¬ 
ever had become of her little playmate and the boy doll, 
Raggedy Andy. 

After reading the letter. Daddy opened the other package 
which had been inside the nice, soft, lumpy package and found 
—Raggedy Andy. 

Raggedy Andy had been carefully folded up. 

His soft, loppy arms were folded up in front of him and his 
soft, loppy legs were folded over his soft, loppy arms, and they 
were held this way by a rubber band. 

Raggedy Andy must have wondered why he was being 
“done up” this way, but it could not have caused him any 
worry, for in between where his feet came over his face Daddy 
saw his cheery smile. 

After slipping off the rubber band. Daddy smoothed out the 
wrinkles in Raggedy Andy’s arms and legs. 

Then Daddy propped Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy 
up against books on his desk, so that they sat facing each 
other; Raggedy Ann’s shoe button eyes looking straight into 
the shoe button eyes of Raggedy Andy. 

They could not speak—not right out before a real person— 
so they just sat there and smiled at each other. 

Daddy could not help reaching out his hands and feeling 
their throats. 

Yes! There was a lump in Raggedy Ann’s throat, and 
there was a lump in Raggedy Andy’s throat. A cotton lump, 
to be sure, but a lump nevertheless. 

“So, Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy, that is why you 
cannot talk, is it?” said Daddy. 

“I will go away and let you have your visit to yourselves, 
although it is good to sit and share your happiness by watch¬ 
ing you.” 


Daddy then took the rubber band and placed it around 
Raggedy Ann’s right hand, and around Raggedy Andy’s 
right hand, so that when he had it fixed properly they sat 
and held each other’s hands. 

Daddy knew they would wish to tell each other all the 
wonderful things that had happened to them since they had 
parted more than fifty years before. 

So, locking his studio door. Daddy left the two old rag 
dolls looking into each others’ eyes. 

Then next morning, when Daddy unlocked his door and 
looked at his desk, he saw that Raggedy Andy had fallen over 
so that he lay with his head in the bend of Raggedy Ann’s 
arm. 















































THE NURSERY DANCE 

When Raggedy Andy was first brought to the nursery he 
was very quiet. 

Raggedy Andy did not speak all day, but he smiled pleas¬ 
antly to all the other dolls. There was Raggedy Ann, the 
French doll, Henny, the little Dutch doll. Uncle Clem, and 
a few others. 

Some of the dolls were without arms and legs. 

One had a cracked head. She was a nice doll, though, 
and the others all liked her very much. 

All of them had cried the night Susan (that was her name) 
fell off the toy box and cracked her china head. 

Raggedy Andy did not speak all day. 

But there was really nothing strange about this fact, 
after all. 

None of the other dolls spoke all day, either. 

Marcella had played in the nursery all day and of course 
they did not speak in front of her. 

Marcella thought they did, though, and often had them 
saying things which they really were not even thinking of. 

For instance, when Marcella served water with sugar in 
it and little oyster crackers for ‘Tea,’' Raggedy Andy was 
thinking of Raggedy Ann, and the French doll was thinking 
of one time when Fido was lost. 



Marcella took the French doll's hand, and passed a cup 
of ‘‘tea" to Raggedy Andy, and said, “Mr. Raggedy Andy, 
will you have another cup of tea?" as if the French doll was 
talking. 

And then Marcella answered for Raggedy Andy, “Oh, 
yes, thank you! It is so delicious!" 

Neither the French doll nor Raggedy Andy knew what 
was going on, for they were thinking real hard to themselves. 

Nor did they drink the tea when it was poured for them. 
Marcella drank it instead. 

Perhaps this was just as well, for, most of the dolls were 
moist inside from the “tea" of the day before. 

Marcella did not always drink all of the tea, often she 
poured a little down their mouths. 

Sugar and water, if taken in small quantities, would not 
give the dolls colic, Marcella would tell them, but she did not 
know that it made their cotton, or sawdust insides, quite 
sticky. 

Quite often, too, Marcella forgot to wash their faces after 
a “tea," and Fido would do it for them when he came into the 
nursery and found the dolls with sweets upon their faces. 

Really, Fido was quite a help in this way, but he often 
missed the corners of their eyes and the backs of their necks 
where the “tea" would run and get sticky. But he did his 
best and saved his little Mistress a lot of work. 

No, Raggedy Andy did not speak; he merely thought a 
great deal. 

One can, you know, when one has been a rag doll as long 
as Raggedy Andy had. Years and years and years and years! 

Even Raggedy Ann, with all her wisdom, did not really 
know how long Raggedy Andy and she had been rag dolls. 

If Raggedy Ann had a pencil in her rag hand and Mar¬ 
cella guided it for her. Raggedy Ann could count up to ten— 
sometimes. But why should one worry one's rag head about 
one's age when all one's life has been one happy experience 
after another, with each day filled with love and sunshine? 





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Raggedy Andy did not know his age, but he remembered 
many things that had happened years and years and years 
ago, when he and Raggedy Ann were quite young. 

It was of these pleasant times Raggedy Andy was thinking 
all day, and this was the reason he did not notice that Marcella 
was speaking for him. 

Raggedy Andy could patiently wait until Marcella put all 
the dollies to bed and left them for the night, alone in the 
nursery. 

The day might have passed very slowly had it not been for 
the happy memories which filled Raggedy Andy's cotton- 
stuffed head. 

But he did not even fidget. 

Of course, he fell out of his chair once, and his shoe button 
eyes went ‘"Click!" against the floor, but it wasn't his fault. 
Raggedy Andy was so loppy he could hardly be placed in a 
chair so that he would stay, and Marcella jiggled the table. 

Marcella cried for Raggedy Andy, ‘"AWAA! AWAA!" and 
picked him up and snuggled him and scolded Uncle Clem for 
jiggling the table. 

Through all this Raggedy Andy kept right on thinking 
his pleasant thoughts, and really did not know he had fallen 
from the chair. 

You see how easy it is to pass over the little bumps of life 
if we are happy inside. 

And so Raggedy Andy was quiet all day, and so the day 
finally passed. 

Raggedy Andy was given one of Uncle Clem's clean white 
nighties and shared Uncle Clem's bed. Marcella kissed them 
all good night and left them to sleep until morning. 

But as soon as she had left the room all the dolls raised 
up in their beds. When their little mistress' footsteps passed 
out of hearing, all the dollies jumped out of their beds and 
gathered around Raggedy Andy. 

Raggedy Ann introduced them one by one and Raggedy 
Andy shook hands with each. 






























“I am very happy to know you all!’’ he said, in a voice as 
kindly as Raggedy Ann’s, ‘‘and I hope we will all like each 
other as much as Raggedy Ann and I have always liked each 
other!” 

‘‘Oh, indeed we shall!” the dollies all answered. “We love 
Raggedy Ann because she is so kindly and happy, and we know 
we shall like you too, for you talk like Raggedy Ann and have 
the same cheery smile!” 

“Now that we know each other so well, what do you say 
to a game. Uncle Clem?” Raggedy Andy cried, as he caught 
Uncle Clem and danced about the floor. 

Henny, the Dutch doll, dragged the little square music 
box out into the center of the room and wound it up. Then 
all, catching hands, danced in a circle around it, laughing 
and shouting in their tiny doll voices. 

“That was lots of fun!” Raggedy Andy said, when the 
music stopped and all the dolls had taken seats upon the 
floor facing him. “You know I have been shut up in a trunk 
up in an attic for years and years and years.” 

“Wasn’t it very lonesome in the trunk all that time?” 






















Susan asked in her queer little cracked voice. You see, her 
head had been cracked. 

“Oh, not at all/’ Raggedy Andy replied, “for there was 
always a nest of mice down in the corner of the trunk. Cute 
little Mama and Daddy mice, and lots of little teeny weeny 
baby mice. And when the mama and daddy mice were away, 
I used to cuddle the tiny little baby mice!” 

“No wonder you were never lonesome!” said Uncle Clem, 
who was very kind and loved everybody and everything. 

“No, I was never lonesome in the old trunk in the attic, but 
it is far more pleasant to be out again and living here with 
all you nice friends!” said Raggedy Andy. 

And all the dolls thought so too, for already they loved 
Raggedy Andy’s happy smile and knew he would prove to 
be as kindly and lovable as Raggedy Ann. 
















































THE SPINNING WHEEL 

One night, after all the household had settled down to sleep. 
Raggedy Andy sat up in bed and tickled Uncle Clem. 

Uncle Clem twisted and wiggled in his sleep until finally 
he could stand it no longer and awakened. 

‘T dreamed that some one told me the funniest story!’' 
said Uncle Clem; '‘But I cannot remember what it was!” 

“I was tickling you!” laughed Raggedy Andy, 

When the other dolls in the nursery heard Raggedy Andy 
and Uncle Clem talking, they too sat up in their beds. 

^‘We’ve been so quiet all day,” said Raggedy Andy. “Let’s 
have a good romp!” 

This suggestion suited all the dolls, so they jumped out of 
their beds and ran over towards Raggedy Andy’s and Uncle 
Clem’s little bed. 

Raggedy Andy, always in for fun, threw his pillow at 
Henny, the Dutch doll. 

Henny did not see the pillow coming towards him so he 
was knocked head over heels. 

Henny always said “Mama” when he was tilted backv/ard 
or forward, and when the pillow rolled him over and over, he 
cried, “Mama, Mama, Mama!” 

It was not because it hurt him, for you knew Santa Claus 
always sees to it that each doll he makes in his great work- 




shop is covered with a very magical Wish, and this Wish 
always keeps them from getting hurt. 

Henny could talk just as well as any of the other dolls when 
he was standing up, sitting, or lying down, but if he was being 
tipped forward and backward, all he could say was, ‘‘Mama.’^ 

This amused Henny as much as it did the other dolls, so 
when he jumped to his feet he laughed and threw the pillow 
back at Raggedy Andy. 

Raggedy Andy tried to jump to one side, but forgot that 
he was on the bed, and he and Uncle Clem went tumbling to 
the floor. 

Then all the dolls ran to their beds and brought their 
pillows and had the jolliest pillow fight imaginable. 

The excitement ran so high and the pillows flew so fast, 
the floor of the nursery was soon covered with feathers. It 
was only when all the dolls had stopped to rest and put the 
feathers back into the pillow cases that Raggedy Andy dis¬ 
covered he had lost one of his arms in the scuffle. 

The dolls were worried over this and asked, “What will 
Marcella say when she sees that Raggedy Andy has lost an 
arm.^’' 

“We can push it up his sleeve!” said Uncle Clem. “Then 
when Raggedy Andy is taken out of bed in the morning, 
Marcella will find his arm is loose!” 

“It has been hanging by one or two threads for a day or 
more!” said Raggedy Andy. “I noticed the other day that some¬ 
times my thumb was turned clear around to the back, and I 
knew then that the arm was hanging by one or two threads 
and the threads were twisted.” 

Uncle Clem pushed Raggedy Andy’s arm up through his 
sleeve, but every time Raggedy Andy jumped about, he lost 
his arm again. 

“This will never do!” said Raggedy Ann. “Raggedy Andy 
is lopsided with only one arm and he cannot join in our games 
as well as if he had two arms!” 

“Oh, I don’t mind that!” laughed Raggedy Andy. 



















“Marcella will sew it on in the morning and I will be all rights 
Fm sure!” 

“Perhaps Raggedy Ann can sew it on now!” suggested 
Uncle Clem. 

“Yes, Raggedy Ann can sew it on!” all the dolls cried. 
“She can play Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater on the toy piano 
and she can sew!” 

“I will gladly try,” said Raggedy Ann, “but there are no 
needles or thread in the nursery, and I have to have a thimble 
so the needle can be pressed through Raggedy Andy’s cloth!” 

“Marcella always gets a needle from Mama!” said the 
French doll. 

“I know,” said Raggedy Ann, “but we cannot waken 
Mama to ask her!” 

The dolls all laughed at this, for they knew very well that 
even had Mama been awake, they would not have asked her 
for needle and thread, because they did not wish her to know 
they could act and talk just like real people. 

“Perhaps we can get the things out of the machine draw¬ 
er!” Henny suggested. 

“Yes,” cried Susan, “let’s all go get the things out of the 
machine drawer! Come on, everybody!” 

And Susan, although she had only a cracked head, ran 
out the nursery door followed by all the rest of the dolls. 

Even the tiny little penny dolls clicked their china heels 
upon the floor as they followed the rest, and Raggedy Andy, 
carrying his loose arm, thumped along in the rear. 

Raggedy Andy had not lived in the house as long as the 
others; so he did not know the way to the room in which the 
machine stood. 

After much climbing and pulling, the needle and thread 
and thimble were taken from the drawer, and all raced back 
again to the nursery. 

Uncle Clem took off Raggedy Andy’s waist, and the other 
dolls all sat around watching while Raggedy Ann sewed the 
arm on again. 


Raggedy Ann had only taken two stitches when she began 
laughing so hard she had to quit. Of course when Raggedy 
Ann laughed, all the other dolls laughed too, for laughter, 
like yawning, is very catching. 

‘‘I was just thinking!’’ said Raggedy Ann. ‘‘Remember, 
’way, ’way back, a long, long time ago, I sewed this arm on 
once before?” she asked Raggedy Andy. 

“I do remember, now that you mention it,” said Raggedy 
Andy, ‘‘but I can not remember how the arm came off!” 

“Tell us about it!” all the dolls cried. 

“Let’s see!” Raggedy Ann began. “Your Mistress left 
you over at our house one night, and after everyone had gone 
to bed, we went up into the attic!” 

“Oh, yes! I do remember now!” Raggedy Andy laughed. 
“We played with the large whirligig!” 

“Yes,” Raggedy Ann.said. “The large spinning wheel. 
We held on to the wheel and went round and round! And 
when we were having the most fun, your feet got fastened 
between the wheel and the rod which held the wheel in position 
and there you hung, head down!” 

“I remember, you were working the pedal and I was 
sailing around very fast,” said Raggedy Andy, “and all of a 
sudden the wheel stopped!” 

“We would have laughed at the time,” Raggedy Ann 
explained to the other dolls, “but you see it was quite serious.” 

“My mistress had put us both to bed for the night, and if 
she had discovered us ’way up in the attic, she would have 
wondered how in the world we got there! So there was 
nothing to do but get Raggedy Andy out of the tangle!” 

“But you pulled me out all right!” Raggedy Andy laughed. 

“Yes, I pulled and I pulled until I pulled one of Raggedy 
Andy’s arms off,” Raggedy Ann said. “And then I pulled 
and pulled until finally his feet came out of the wheel and we 
both tumbled to the floor!” 

“Then we rah downstairs as fast as we could and climbed 
into bed, didn’t we!” Raggedy Andy laughed. 



“Yes we did!’’ Raggedy Ann replied. “And when we 
jumped into bed, we remembered that we had left Raggedy 
Andy’s arm lying up on the attic floor, so we had to run back 
up there and get it! Remember, Raggedy Andy?” 

“Yes! Wasn’t it lots of fun?” 

“Indeed it was!” Raggedy Ann agreed. 

“Raggedy Andy wanted to let the arm remain off until 
the next morning, but I decided it would be better to have 
it sewed on, just as it had been when Mistress put us to bed. 
So, just like tonight, we went to the pincushion and found a 
needle and thread and I sewed it on for him!” 

“There!” Raggedy Ann said, as she wound the thread 
around her hand and pulled, so that the thread broke near 
Raggedy Andy’s shoulder. “It’s sewed on again, good as new!” 

“Thank you. Raggedy Ann!” said Raggedy Andy, as he 
threw the arm about Raggedy Ann’s neck and gave her a hug. 

“Now we can have another game!” Uncle Clem cried as he 
helped Raggedy Andy into his waist and buttoned it for him. 






Just then the little Cuckoo Clock on the nursery wall 
went, ‘‘Whirrr!” the little door opened, and the little bird put 
out his head and cried, “Cuckoo! cuckoo! cuckoo! cuckoo!’' 

“No more games!” Raggedy Ann said. “We must be 
very quiet from now on. The folks will be getting up soon!” 

“Last one in bed is a monkey!” cried Raggedy Andy. 

There was a wild scramble as the dolls rushed for their 
beds, and Susan, having to be careful of her cracked head, was 
the monkey. So Raggedy Andy, seeing that Susan was slow 
about getting into her bed, jumped out and helped her. 

Then, climbing into the little bed which Uncle Clem 
shared with him, he pulled the covers up to his eyes and, after 
pretending to snore a couple of times, he lay very quiet, 
thinking of the kindness of his doll friends about him, until 
Marcella came and took him down to breakfast. 

And all the other dolls smiled at him as he left the room, 
for they were very happy to know that their little mistress 
loved him as much as they did. 








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THE TAFFY-PULL 

‘T know how we can have a whole lot of fun!” Raggedy 
Andy said to the other dolls. “Wedl have a taffy pull!” 

‘‘Do you mean crack the whip. Raggedy Andy?” asked the 
French doll. 

“He means a tug of war, don't you. Raggedy Andy?” 
asked Henny. 

“No,” Raggedy Andy replied, “I mean a taffy pull!” 

“If it's lots of fun, then show us how to play the game!” 
Uncle Clem said. “We like to have fun, don’t we?” And 
Uncle Clem turned to all the other dolls as he asked the 
question. 

“It really is not a game,” Raggedy Andy explained. “You 
see, it is only a taffy pull. 

“We take sugar and water and butter and a little vinegar 
and put it all on the stove to cook. When it has cooked 
until it strings ’way out when you dip some up in a spoon, or 
gets hard when you drop some of it in a cup of water, then it 
is candy. 

“Then it must be placed upon buttered plates until it has 
cooled a little, and then each one takes some of the candy 
and pulls and pulls until it gets real white. Then it is called 
‘Taffy’.” 

“That will be loads of fun!” “Show us how to begin!” 






“Let’s have a taffy pull!” “Come on, everybody!” the dolls 
cried. 

“Just one moment!” Raggedy Ann said. She had re¬ 
mained quiet before, for she had been thinking very hard, 
so hard, in fact, that two stitches had burst in the back of her 
rag head. The dolls, in their eagerness to have the taffy pull, 
were dancing about Raggedy Andy, but when Raggedy Ann 
spoke, in her soft cottony voice, they all quieted down and 
waited for her to speak again. 

“I was just thinking,” Raggedy Ann said, “that it would 
be very nice to have the taffy pull, but suppose some of the 
folks smell the candy while it is cooking.” 

“There is no one at home!” Raggedy Andy said. “I 
thought of that. Raggedy Ann. They have all gone over to 
Cousin Jenny’s house and will not be back until day after 
tomorrow. I heard Mama tell Marcella.” 

“If that is the case, we can have the taffy pull and all the 
fun that goes with it!” Raggedy Ann cried, as she started for 
the nursery door. 

After her ran all the dollies, their little feet pitter-patting 
across the floor and down the hall. 

When they came to the stairway Raggedy Ann, Raggedy 
Andy, Uncle Clem and Henny threw themselves down the 
stairs, turning over and over as they fell. ^ 

The other dolls, having china heads, had to be much more 
careful; so they slid down the banisters, or jumped from one 
step to another. 

Raggedy Ann, Raggedy Andy, Uncle Clem and Henny 
piled in a heap at the bottom of the steps, and by the time 
they had untangled themselves and helped each other up, 
the other dolls were down the stairs. 

To the kitchen they all raced. There they found the fire 
in the stove still burning. 

Raggedy Andy brought a small stew kettle, while the 
others brought the sugar and water and a large spoon. They 
could not find the vinegar and decided not to use it, anyway. 













Raggedy Andy stood upon the stove and watched the 
candy, dipping into it every once in a while to see if it had 
cooked long enough, and stirring it with the large spoon. 

At last the candy began to string out from the spoon when 
it was held above the stew kettle, and after trying a few drops 
in a cup of cold water. Raggedy Andy pronounced it ‘‘done.” 

Uncle Clem pulled out a large platter from the pantry, 
and Raggedy Ann dipped her rag hand into the butter jar 
and buttered the platter. 

The candy, when it was poured into the platter, was a 
lovely golden color and smelled delicious to the dolls. Henny 
could not wait until it cooled; so he put one of his chamois 
skin hands into the hot candy. 

Of course it did not burn Henny, but when he pulled his 
hand out again, it was covered with a great ball of candy, 
which strung out all over the kitchen floor and got upon his 
clothes. 

Then too, the candy cooled quickly, and in a very short 
time Henny's hand was encased in a hard ball of candy. 
Henny couldn’t wiggle any of his fingers on that hand and he 
was sorry he had been so hasty. 

While waiting for the candy to cool. Raggedy Andy said, 
“We must rub butter upon our hands before we pull the candy, 
or else it will stick to our hands as it has done to Henny’s 
hands and have to wear off*!” 

“Will this hard ball of candy have to wear off of my 
hand?” Henny asked. “It is so hard, I cannot wiggle any 
of my fingers!” 

“It will either have to wear off*, or you will have to soak 
your hand in water for a long time, until the candy on it 
melts!” said Raggedy Andy. 

“Dear me!” said Henny. 

Uncle Clem brought the poker then and, asking Henny to 
put his hand upon the stove leg, he gave the hard candy a 
few sharp taps with the poker and chipped the candy from 
Henny’s hand. 


“Thank you. Uncle Clem!’' Henny said, as he wiggled his 
fingers. “That feels much better !’* 

Raggedy Andy told all the dolls to rub butter upon their 
hands. 

“The candy is getting cool enough to pull!” he said. 

Then, when all the dolls had their hands nice and buttery. 
Raggedy Andy cut them each a nice piece of candy and showed 
them how to pull it. 

“Take it in one hand this way,” he said, “and pull it with 
the other hand, like this!” 

When all the dolls were supplied with candy they sat 
about and pulled it, watching it grow whiter and more silvery 
the longer they pulled. 

Then, when the taffy was real white, it began to grow 
harder and harder, so the smaller dolls could scarcely pull it 
any more. 

When this happened. Raggedy Andy, Raggedy Ann, 
Uncle Clem and Henny, who were larger, took the little dolls’ 
candy and mixed it with what they had been pulling until all 
the taffy was snow white. 








Then Raggedy Andy pulled it out into a long rope and held 
it while Uncle Clem hit the ends a sharp tap with the edge of 
the spoon. 

This snipped the taffy into small pieces, just as easily as 
you might break icicles with a few sharp taps of a stick. 

The small pieces of white taffy were placed upon the but¬ 
tered platter again and the dolls all danced about it, singing 
and laughing, for this had been the most fun they had had 
for a long, long time. 

“But what shall we do with it?’' Raggedy Ann asked. 

“Yes, what shall we do with it!” Uncle Clem said. “We 
can’t let it remain in the platter here upon the kitchen floor! 
We must hide it, or do something with it!” 

“While we are trying to think of a way to dispose of it, let 
us be washing the stew kettle and the spoon!” said practical 
Raggedy Ann. 

“That is a very happy thought. Raggedy Ann!” said 
Raggedy Andy. “For it will clean the butter and candy from 
our hands while we are doing it!” 

So the stew kettle was dragged to the sink and filled with 
water, the dolls all taking turns scraping the candy from the 
sides of the kettle, and scrubbing the inside with a cloth. 

When the kettle was nice and clean and had been wiped 
dry. Raggedy Andy found a roll of waxed paper in the pantry 
upon one of the shelves. 

“We’ll wrap each piece of taffy in a nice little piece of 
paper,” he said, “then we’ll find a nice paper bag, and put all 
the pieces inside the bag, and throw it from the upstairs win¬ 
dow when someone passes the house so that someone may have 
the candy!” 

All the dolls gathered about the platter on the floor, and 
while Raggedy Andy cut the paper into neat squares, the dolls 
wrapped the taffy in the papers. 

Then the taffy was put into a large bag, and with much 
pulling and tugging it was finally dragged up into the nursery, 
where a window faced out toward the street. 


Then, just as a little boy and a little girl, who looked as 
though they did not ever have much candy, passed the house, 
the dolls all gave a push and sent the bag tumbling to the 
sidewalk. 

The two childern laughed and shouted, “Thank you,'' when 
they saw that the bag contained candy, and the dolls, peeping 
from behind the lace curtains, watched the two happy faced 
children eating the taffy as they skipped down the street. 

hen the children had passed out of sight, the dolls climbed 
down from the window. 

“That was lots of fun!" said the French doll, as she 
smoothed her skirts and sat down beside Raggedy Andy. 

“I believe Raggedy Andy must have a candy heart too, 
like Raggedy Ann!" said Uncle Clem. 

“No!" Raggedy Andy answered, “I'm just stuffed with 
white cotton and I have no candy heart, but some day per¬ 
haps I shall have!" 

“A candy heart is very nice!" Raggedy Ann said. (You 
know, she had one.) “But one can be just as nice and happy 
and full of sunshine without a candy heart." 

“I almost forgot to tell you," said Raggedy Andy, “that 
when pieces of taffy are wrapped in little pieces of paper, just 
as we wrapped them, they are called ‘Kisses'." 



















































THE RABBIT CHASE 

“Well, what shall we play tonight?'' asked Henny, the 
Dutch doll, when the house was quiet and the dolls all knew 
that no one else was awake. 

Raggedy Andy was just about to suggest a good game, 
when Fido, who sometimes slept in a basket in the nursery, 
growled. 

All the dollies looked in his direction. 

Fido was standing up with his ears sticking as straight in 
the air as loppy silken puppy dog ears can stick up. 

“He must have been dreaming!" said Raggedy Andy. 

“No, I wasn't dreaming!" Fido answered. “I heard some¬ 
thing go, ‘Scratch! Scratch!' as plain as I hear you!" 

“Where did the sound come from, Fido?" Raggedy Andy 
asked when he saw that Fido really was wide awake. 

“From outside somewhere!" Fido answered. “And if I 
could get out without disturbing all the folks. I'd run out and 
see what it might be! Perhaps I had better bark!" 

“Please do not bark!" Raggedy Andy cried as he put his 
rag arm around Fido's nose. “You will awaken everybody in 
the house. We can open a door or a window for you and let 
you out, if you must go!" 

“I wish you would. Listen! There it is again: ‘Scratch! 
Scratch!' What can it be?" 




‘‘You may soon see!’' said Raggedy Andy. “We’ll let you 
out, but please don’t sit at the door and bark and bark to get 
back in again, as you usually do, for we are going to play a good 
game and we may not hear you!” 

“You can sleep out in the shed after you have found out 
what it is,” said Raggedy Andy. 

As soon as the dolls opened the door for Fido, he went 
running across the lawn, barking in a loud shrill voice. He 
ran down behind the shed and through the garden, and then 
back towards the house again. 

Raggedy Andy and Uncle Clem stood looking out of the 
door, the rest of the dolls peeping over their shoulders, so 
when something came jumping through the door, it hit Uncle 
Clem and Raggedy Andy and sent them flying against the 
other dolls behind them. 

All the dolls went down in a wiggling heap on the floor. 

It was surprising that the noise and confusion did not 
waken Daddy and the rest of the folks, for just as the dolls 
were untangling themselves from each other and getting upon 
their feet, Fido came jumping through the door and sent the 
dolls tumbling again. 

Fido quit barking when he came through the door. 

“Which way did he go?” he asked, when he could get his 
breath. 

“What was it?” Raggedy Andy asked in return. 

“It was a rabbit!” Fido cried. “He ran right in here, for 
I could smell his tracks!” 

“We could feel him!” Raggedy Andy laughed. 

“I could not tell you which way he went!” Uncle Clem 
said, “Except I feel sure he came through the door and into 
the house!” 

None of the dolls knew into which room the rabbit had 
run. 

Finally, after much sniffing, Fido traced the rabbit to the 
nursery, where, when the dolls followed, they saw the rabbit 
crouching behind the rocking horse. 
























Fido whined and cried because he could not get to the rabbit 
and bite him. 

‘‘You should be ashamed of yourself, Fido!'’ cried Raggedy 
Ann. “Just see how the poor bunny is trembling!” 

“He should not come scratching around our house if he 
doesn’t care to be chased!” said Fido. 

“Why don’t you stay out in the woods and fields where you 
really belong?” Raggedy Andy asked the rabbit. 

“I came to leave some Easter eggs!” the bunny answered 
in a queer little quavery voice. 

“An Easter bunny!” all the dolls cried, jumping about and 
clapping their hands. “An Easter bunny!” 

“Well!” was all Fido could say, as he sat down and began 
wagging his tail. ;; 

“You may come out from behind the rocking horse now, 
Easter bunny!” said Raggedy Andy. “Fido will not hurt 
you, now that he knows, will you, Fido?” 

“Indeed I won’t!” Fido replied. “I’m sorry that I chased 
you! And I remember now, I had to jump over a basket out 
by the shed! Was that yours?” 





“Yes, it was full of Easter eggs and colored grasses for the 
little girl who lives here!” the bunny said. 

When the Easter bunny found out that Fido and the dolls 
were his friends, he came out from behind the rocking horse 
and hopped across the floor to the door. 

“I must go see if any of the eggs are broken, for if they are, 
I will have to run home and color some more! I was just 
about to make a nice nest and put the eggs in it when Fido 
came bouncing out at me!” 

And with a squeeky little laugh the Easter bunny, followed 
by Fido and all the dolls, hopped across the lawn towards 
the shed. There they found the basket. Four of the lovely 
colored Easter eggs were broken. 

‘T will run home and color four more. It will only take 
a few minutes, so when I return and scratch again to make a 
nest, please do not bark at me!” said the Easter bunny. 





“I won’t! I promise!” Fido laughed. 

“May we go with you and watch you color the Easter 
eggs?” Raggedy Andy begged. 

“Indeed you may!” the Easter bunny answered. “Can 
you run fast?” 

Then down through the garden and out through a crack 
in the fence the Easter bunny hopped, with a long string of 
dolls trailing behind. 

When they came to the Easter bunny’s home, they found 
Mama Easter bunny and a lot of little teeny weeny bunnies 
who would some day grow up to be big Easter bunnies like 
their Mama and Daddy bunny. 

The Easter bunny told them of his adventure with Fido, 
and all joined in his laughter when they found it had turned 
out well at the end. 

The Easter bunny put four eggs on to boil and while these 
were boiling he mixed up a lot of pretty colors. 

When the eggs were boiled, he dipped the four eggs into 
the pretty colored dye and then painted lovely flowers on 
them. 

When the Easter bunny had finished painting the eggs he 
put them in his basket and, with all the dolls running along 
beside him, they returned to the house. 

“Why not make the nest right in the nursery?” Raggedy 
Andy asked. 

“That would be just the thing! Then the little girl would 
wonder and wonder how I could ever get into the nursery 
without awakening the rest of the folks, for she will never 
suspect that you dolls and Fido let me in!” 

So with Raggedy Andy leading the way, they ran up to 
the nursery and there, ’way back in a corner, they watched 
the Easter bunny make a lovely nest and put the Easter 
eggs in it. 

And in the morning when Marcella came in to see the dolls 
you can imagine her surprise when she found the pretty gift 
of the Easter bunny. 


“How in the world did the bunny get inside the house 
and into this room without awakening Fido?’’ she laughed. 

And Fido, pretending to be asleep, slowly opened one eye 
and winked over the edge of his basket at Raggedy Andy. 

And Raggedy Andy smiled back at Fido, but never said 
a word. 



















































































THE NEW TIN GUTTER 

All day Saturday the men had worked out upon the eaves 
of the house and the dolls facing the window could see them. 

The men made quite a lot of noise with their hammers, 
for they were putting new gutters around the eaves, and 
pounding upon tin makes a great deal of noise. 

Marcella had not played with the dolls all that day, for 
she had gone visiting; so when the men hammered and made 
a lot of noise, the dolls could talk to each other without fear 
of anyone hearing or knowing they were really talking to each 
other. 

“What are they doing now?’’ Raggedy Andy asked. 

He was lying with his head beneath a little bed quilt, 
just as Marcella had dropped him when she left the nursery; 
so he could not see what was going on. 

“We can only see the men’s legs as they pass the window,” 
answered Uncle Clem. “But they are putting new shingles 
or something on the roof!” 

After the men had left their work and gone home to 
supper and the house was quiet. Raggedy Andy cautiously 
moved his head out from under the little bed quilt and, see¬ 
ing that the coast was clear, sat up. 

This was a signal for all the dolls to sit up and smooth out 
the wrinkles in their clothes. 







The nursery window was open; so Raggedy Andy lifted 
the penny dolls to the sill and climbed up beside them. 

Leaning out, he could look along the new shiny tin gutter 
the men had put in place. 

‘‘Here’s a grand place to have a lovely slide!” he said as 
he gave one of the penny dolls a scoot down the shiny tin 
gutter. 

“Wheel See her go!” Raggedy Andy cried. 

All the other dolls climbed upon the window sill beside 
him. 

“Scoot me too!” cried the other little penny doll in her 
squeeky little voice, and Raggedy Andy took her in his rag 
hand and gave her a great swing which sent her scooting down 
the shiny tin gutter, “Kerswish!” 

Then Raggedy Andy climbed into the gutter himself and, 
taking a few steps, spread out his feet and went scooting down 
the shiny tin. 

The other dolls followed his example and scooted along 
behind him. 


















When Raggedy Andy came to the place where he expected 
to find the penny dolls lying, they were nowhere about. 

“Perhaps you scooted them farther than you thought!'' 
Uncle Clem said. 

“Perhaps I did!" Raggedy Andy said. “We will look 
around the bend in the eave!" 

“Oh dear!" he exclaimed when he had peeped around the 
corner of the roof, “the gutter ends here and there is nothing 
but a hole!" 

“They must have scooted right into the hole," Henny, 
the Dutch doll said. 

Raggedy Andy lay flat upon the shiny tin and looked 
down into the hole. 

“Are you down there, penny dolls he called. 

There was no answer. 

“I hope their heads were broken!" Raggedy Ann said. 
















“Fm so sorry I scooted them!'' Raggedy Andy cried, as 
he brushed his hand over his shoe button eyes. 

‘'Maybe if you hold to my feet, I can reach down the 
hole and find them and pull them up again!" he added. 

Uncle Clem and Henny each caught hold of a foot of 
Raggedy Andy and let him slide down into the hole. 

It was a rather tight fit, but Raggedy Andy wiggled and 
twisted until all the dolls could see of him were his two feet. 

“I can't find them!" he said in muffled tones. “Let me 
down farther and I think I’ll be able to reach them!" 

Now Henny and Uncle Clem thought that Raggedy Andy 
meant for them to let go of his feet and this they did. 

Raggedy Andy kept wiggling and twisting until he came 
to a bend in the pipe and could go no farther. 

“I can't find them!" he cried. “They have gone farther 
down the pipe! Now you can pull me up!" 

“We can't reach you. Raggedy Andy!" Uncle Clem called 
down the pipe. “Try to wiggle back up a piece and we will 
catch your feet and pull you up!" 

Raggedy Andy tried to wiggle backward up the pipe, but 
his clothes caught upon a little piece of tin which stuck out 
from the inside of the pipe and there he stayed. He could 
neither go down nor come back up. 

“What shall we do?" Uncle Clem cried, “The folks will 
never find him down there, for we can not tell them where he 
is, and they will never guess it!" 

The dolls were all very sad. They stayed out upon the 
shiny new tin gutter until it began raining and hoped and 
hoped that Raggedy Andy could get back up to them. 

Then they went inside the nursery and sat looking out the 
window until it was time for the folks to get up and the house 
to be astir. Then they went back to the position each had 
been in, when Marcella had left them. 

And although they were very quiet, each one was so sorry 
to lose Raggedy Andy, and each felt that he would never be 
found again. 














‘'The rain must have soaked his cotton through and 
through:’' sighed Raggedy Ann. “For all the water from 
the house runs down the shiny tin gutters and down the pipe 
into a rain barrel at the bottom!" 

Then Raggedy Ann remembered that there was an open¬ 
ing at the bottom of the pipe. 

“Tomorrow night if we have a chance, we dolls must 
take a stick and see if we can reach Raggedy Andy from the 
bottom of the pipe and pull him down to us!" she thought. 

Marcella came up to the nursery and played all day, 
watching the rain patter upon the new tin gutter. She 
wondered where Raggedy Andy was, although she did not 
get worried about him until she had asked Mama where he 
might be. 

“He must be just where you left him!" Mama said. 

“I cannot remember where I left him!" Marcella said. 

“I thought he was with all the other dolls in the nursery, 
though!" 

All day Sunday it rained and all of Sunday night, and 
Monday morning when Daddy started to work it was still 
raining. 

As Daddy walked out of the front gate, he turned to wave 
good-bye to Mama and Marcella and then he saw something. 

Daddy came right back into the house and called up the 
men who had put in the new shiny tin gutters. 

“The drain pipe is plugged up. Some of you must have 
left shavings or something in the eaves, and it has washed 
down into the pipe, so that the water pours over the gutter 
in sheets!" 

^AVe will send a man right up to fix it!" the men said. 

So along about ten o'clock that morning one of the men 
came to fix the pipe. 

But although he punched a long pole down the pipe, and 
punched and punched, he could not dislodge whatever it was 
which plugged the pipe and kept the water from running 
through it. 
















































Then the man measured with his stick, so that he knew 
just where the place was, and with a pair of tin shears he cut 
a section from the pipe and found Raggedy Andy. 

Raggedy Andy was punched quite out of shape and all 
jammed together, but when the man straightened out the 
funny little figure. Raggedy Andy looked up at him with his 
customary happy smile. 

The man laughed and carried little water-soaked Raggedy 
Andy into the house. 

‘T guess your little girl must have dropped this rag doll 
down into the drain pipe!’’ the man said to Mama. 

‘T’m so glad you found him!” Mama said to the man. 

‘AVe have hunted all over the house for him! Marcella 
could not remember where she put him; so when I get him 
nice and dry. I’ll hide him in a nice easy place for her to find, 
and she will not know he has been out in the rain all night!” 

So Mama put Raggedy Andy behind the radiator and there 
he sat all afternoon, steaming and drying out. 

And as he sat there he smiled and smiled, even though 
there was no one to see him. 







He felt very happy within and he liked to smile, anyway, 
because his smile was painted on. 

And another reason Raggedy Andy smiled was because 
he was not lonesome. 

Inside his waist were the two little penny dolls. 

The man had punched Raggedy Andy farther down into 
the pipe, and he had been able to reach the two little dolls 
and tuck them into a safe place. 

“Won't they all be surprised to see us back again!" 
Raggedy Andy whispered as he patted the two little penny 
dolls with his soft rag hands. 

And the two little penny dolls nestled against Raggedy 
Andy's soft cotton stuffed body, and thought how nice it was 
to have such a happy, sunny friend. 








V 

















Raggedy Andy, Raggedy Ann, Uncle Clem and Henny 
were not given medicine. 

Because, you see, they had no mouths. 

That is, mouths through which medicine could be poured. 

Their mouths were either painted on, or were sewed on 
with yarn. 

Sometimes the medicine spoon would be touched to their 
faces but none of the liquid be given them. Except acci¬ 
dently. 

But the French doll had a lovely mouth for taking medi¬ 
cine; it was open and showed her teeth in a dimpling smile. 

She also had soft brown eyes which opened and closed 
when she was tilted backward or forward. 

The medicine which was given the dolls had great curing 
properties. 

It would cure the most stubborn case of croup, measles, 
whooping cough or any other ailment the dolls had wished 
upon them by their little Mistress. 

Some days all the dolls would be put to bed with “measles’’ 
but in the course of half an hour they would have every other 
ailment in the Doctor book. 

The dolls enjoyed it very much, for, you see, Marcella 
always tried the medicine first to see if it was strong enough 
before she gave any to the dolls. 









So the dolls really did not get as much of the medicine as 
their little mistress. 

The wonderful remedy was made from a very old recipe 
handed down from ancient times. 

This recipe is guaranteed to cure every ill a doll may have. 

The medicine was made from brown sugar and water. 
Perhaps you may have used it for your dollies. 

The medicine was also used as ‘‘tea''and “soda water/’ 
except when the dolls were supposed to be ill. 

Having nothing but painted or yarn mouths, the ail¬ 
ments of Raggedy Andy, Raggedy Ann, Uncle Clem and 
Henny, the Dutch doll, mostly consisted of sprained wrists, 
arms and legs, or perhaps a headache and a toothache. 

None of them knew they had the trouble until Marcella 
had wrapped up the “injured" rag arm, leg or head, and had 
explained in detail just what was the matter. 

Raggedy Andy, Raggedy Ann, Uncle Clem, or Henny 
were just as happy with their heads tied up for the tooth¬ 
ache as they were without their heads tied up. 







Not having teeth, naturally they could not have the tooth¬ 
ache, and if they could furnish amusement for Marcella by 
having her pretend they had the toothache, then that made 
them very happy. 

So this day, the French doll was quite ill. She started 
out with the “croup,’' and went through the “measles,” 
“whooping cough,” and “yellow fever” in an hour. 

The attack came on quite suddenly. 

The French doll was sitting quietly in one of the little red 
chairs, smiling the prettiest of dimpling smiles at Raggedy 
Andy, and thinking of the romp the dolls would have that 
night after the house grew quiet, when Marcella discovered 
that the French doll had the “croup” and put her to bed. 

The French doll closed her eyes when put to bed, but the 
rest of her face did not change expression. She still wore 
her happy smile. 







Marcella mixed the medicine very ‘‘strong” and poured 
it into the French doll’s open mouth. 

She was given a “dose” every minute or so. 

It was during the “yellow fever” stage that Marcella was 
called to supper and left the dolls in the nursery alone. 

Marcella did not play with them again that evening; so 
the dolls all remained in the same position until Marcella 
and the rest of the folks went to bed. 

Then Raggedy Andy jumped from his chair and wound 
up the little music box. “Let’s start with a lively dance!” 
he cried. 

When the music started tinkling he caught the French 
doll’s hand, and danced ’way across the nursery floor before 
he discovered that her soft brown eyes remained closed as 
they were when she lay upon the “sick” bed. 

All the dolls gathered around Raggedy Andy and the 
French doll. 

“I can’t open my eyes!” she said. 

Raggedy Andy tried to open the French doll’s eyes with 
his soft rag hands, but it was no use. 

They shook her. This sometimes has the desired effect 
when dolls do not open their eyes. 

They shook her again and again. It was no use, her eyes 
remained closed. 

“It must be the sticky, sugary ‘medicine’ !” said Uncle 
Clem. 

“I really believe it must be!” the French doll replied. 
“The ‘medicine’ seemed to settlejn the back of my head when 
I was lying down, and I can still feel it back there!” 

“That must be it, and now it has hardened and keeps 
your pretty eyes from working!” said Raggedy Ann. “What 
shall we do 

Raggedy Andy and Raggedy Ann walked over to a corner 
of the nursery and thought and thought. They pulled their 
foreheads down into wrinkles with their hands, so that they 
might think harder. 

















Finally Raggedy Ann cried^ “Fve thought of a plan!’' 
and went skipping from the corner out to where the other dolls 
sat about the French doll. 

‘AVe must stand her upon her head, then the ‘medicine’ 
will run up into her hair, for there is a hole in the top of her 
head. I remember seeing it when her hair came off one 
time!” 

“No sooner said than done!” cried Uncle Clem, as he took 
the French doll by the waist and stood her upon her head. 

“That should be long enough!” Raggedy Ann said, when 
Uncle Clem had held the French doll in this position for five 
minutes. 

But when the French doll was again placed upon her feet 
her eyes still remained tightly closed. 

All this time. Raggedy Andy had remained in the corner, 
thinking as hard as his rag head would think. 

He thought and thought, until the yarn hair upon his head 
stood up in the air and wiggled. 

“If the ‘medicine’ did not run up into her hair when she 
stood upon her head,” thought Raggedy Andy, “then it is 
because the ‘medicine’ could not run; so, if the medicine can 
not run, it is because it is too sticky and thick to run out the 
hole in the top of her head.” He also thought a lot more. 

At last he turned to the others and said out loud, “I can’t 
seem to think of a single way to help her open her eyes 
unless we take off her hair and wash the medicine from in¬ 
side her china head.” 

“Why didn’t I think of that.Raggedy Ann asked. 
“That is just the way we shall have to do!” 

So Raggedy Ann caught hold of the French doll’s feet, and 
Raggedy Andy caught hold of the French doll’s lively curls, 
and they pulled and they pulled. 

Then the other dolls caught hold of Raggedy Ann and 
Raggedy Andy and pulled and pulled, until finally, with a 
sharp “R-R-Rip!” the French doll’s hair came off*, and the 
dolls who were pulling went tumbling over backwards. 






























Laughingly they scrambled to their feet and sat the French 
doll up, so they might look into the hole in the top of her 
head. 

Yes, the sticky ‘‘medicine'' had grown hard and would 
not let the French doll's eyes open. 

Raggedy Andy put his hand inside and pushed on the 
eyes so that they opened. 

This was all right, only now the eyes would not close when 
the French doll lay down. She tried it. 

So Raggedy Andy ran down into the kitchen and brought 
up a small tin cup full of warm water and a tiny rag. 

With these he loosened the sticky “medicine" and washed 
the inside of the French doll's head nice and clean. 

There were lots of cooky and cracker crumbs inside her 
head, too. 

Raggedy Andy washed it all nice and clean, and then 
wet the glue which made the pretty curls stay on. 

So when her hair was placed upon her head again, the 
French doll was as good as new. 








‘Thank you all very much!” she said, as she tilted back 
wards and forwards, and found that her eyes worked very 
easily. 

Raggedy Andy again wound up the little music box and, 
catching the French doll about the waist, started a rollicking 
dance which lasted until the roosters in the neighborhood 
began their morning crowing. 

Then, knowing the folks might soon be astir, the dolls left 
off their playing, and all took the same positions they had 
been in when Marcella left them the night before. 

And so Marcella found them. 

The French doll was in bed with her eyes closed, and her 
happy dimpling smile lighting up her pretty face. 

And to this day, the dollies’ little mistress does not know 
that Raggedy Andy was the doctor who cured the French 
doll of her only ill. 









































RAGGEDY ANDY^S SMILE 

Raggedy Andy’s smile was gone. 

Not entirely, but enough so that it made his face seem 
onesided. 

If one viewed Raggedy Andy from the left side, one could 
see his smile. 

But if one looked at Raggedy Andy from the right side, 
one could not see his smile. So Raggedy Andy’s smile was 
gone. 

It really was not Raggedy Andy’s fault, 

He felt just as happy and sunny as ever. 

And perhaps would not have known the difference had 
not the other dolls told him he had only one half of his cheery 
smile left. 

Nor was it Marcella’s fault. How was she to know that 
Dickie would feed Raggedy Andy orange juice and take off 
most of his smile? 

And besides taking off one half of Raggedy Andy’s smile, 
the orange juice left a great brown stain upon his face. 

Marcella was very sorry when she saw what Dickie had 
done. 

Dickie would have been sorry, too, if he had been more 
than two years old, but when one is only two years old, he 
has very few sorrows. 





Dickie's only sorrow was that Raggedy Andy was taken 
from him, and he could not feed Raggedy Andy more orange 
juice. 

Marcella kissed Raggedy Andy more than she did the rest 
of the dolls that night, when she put them to bed, and this 
made all the dolls very happy. 

It always gave them great pleasure when any of their 
number was hugged and kissed, for there was not a selfish doll 
among them. 

Marcella hung up a tiny stocking for each of the dollies, 
and placed a tiny little china dish for each of the penny dolls 
beside their little spool box bed. 

For, as you probably have guessed, it was Christmas eve, 
and Marcella was in hopes Santa Claus would see the tiny 
stockings and place something in them for each dollie. 

Then when the house was very quiet, the French doll 
told Raggedy Andy that most of his smile was gone. 

‘Tndeed!" said Raggedy Andy. ‘T can still feel it! It 
must be there!" 

‘‘Oh, but it really is gone!" Uncle Clem said. “It was the 
orange juice!" 

“Well, I still feel just as happy," said Raggedy Andy, 
“so let's have a jolly game of some sort! What shall it be?" 

“Perhaps we had best try to wash your face!" said prac¬ 
tical Raggedy Ann. She always acted as a mother to the 
other dolls when they were alone. 

“It will not do a bit of good!" the French doll told Raggedy 
Ann, “for I remember I had orange juice spilled upon a nice 
white frock I had one time, and the stain would never come 
out!" 

“That is too bad!" Henny, the Dutch doll, said. “We 
shall miss Raggedy Andy's cheery smile when he is looking 
straight at us!" 

*'You will have to stand on my right side, when you wish 
to see my smile!" said Raggedy Andy, with a cheery little 
chuckle 'way down in his soft cotton inside. 







‘‘But I wish everyone to understand/' he went on, “that 
I am smiling just the same, whether you can see it or not!" 

And with this. Raggedy Andy caught hold of Uncle Clem 
and Henny, and made a dash for the nursery door, followed 
by all the other dolls. 

Raggedy Andy intended jumping down the stairs, head 
over heels, for he knew that neither he. Uncle Clem nor Henny 
would break anything by jumping down stairs. 

But just as they got almost to the door, they dropped to 
the floor in a heap, for there, standing watching the whole 
performance, was a man. 

All the dolls fell in different attitudes, for it would never 
do for them to let a real person see that they could act and 
talk just like real people. 

Raggedy Andy, Uncle Clem and Henny stopped so sud¬ 
denly they fell over each other and Raggedy Andy, being in 
the lead and pulling the other two, slid right through the door 
and stopped at the feet of the man. 

A cheery laugh greeted this and a chubby hand reached 
down and picked up Raggedy Andy and turned him over. 








Raggedy Andy looked up into a cheery little round face, 
with a little red nose and red cheeks, and all framed in white 
whiskers which looked just like snow. 

Then the little round man walked into the nursery and 
picked up all the dolls and looked at them. He made no 
noise when he walked, and this was why he had taken the 
dolls by surprise at the head of the stairs. 

The little man with the snow-white whiskers placed all the 
dolls in a row and from a little case in his pocket he took a 
tiny bottle and a little brush. He dipped the little brush in 
the tiny bottle and touched all the dolls’ faces with it. 

He had purposely saved Raggedy Andy’s face until the 
last. Then, as all the dolls watched, the cheery little white- 
whiskered man touched Raggedy Andy’s face with the magic 
liquid, and the orange juice stain disappeared, and in it’s 
place came Raggedy Andy’s rosy cheeks and cheery smile. 







And, turning Raggedy Andy so that he could face all the 
other dolls, the cheery little man showed him that all the 
other dolls had new rosy cheeks and newly-painted faces. 
They all looked just like new dollies. Even Susan’s cracked 
head had been made whole. 

Henny, the Dutch doll, was so surprised he fell over back¬ 
ward and said, ‘"Squeek!” 

When the cheery little man with the white whiskers heard 
this, he picked Henny up and touched him with the paint 
brush in the center of the back, just above the place where 
Henny had the little mechanism which made him say 
“Mamma” when he was new. And when the little man 
touched Henny and tipped him forward and backward, 
Henny was just as good as new and said “Mamma” very 
prettily. 

Then the little man put something in each of the tiny doll 
stockings, and something in each of the little china plates 
for the two penny dolls. 

Then, as quietly as he had entered, he left, merely turning 
at the door and shaking his finger at the dolls in a cheery, 
mischievious manner. 

Raggedy Andy heard him chuckling to himself as he went 
down the stairs. 

Raggedy Andy tiptoed to the door and over to the head 
of the stairs. 

Then he motioned for the other dolls to come. 

There, from the head of the stairs, they watched the cheery 
little white-whiskered man take pretty things from a large 
sack and place them about the chimneyplace. 

“He does not know that we are watching him,” the dolls 
all thought, but when the little man had finished his task, he 
turned quickly and laughed right up at the dolls, for he had 
known that they were watching him all the time. 

Then, again shaking his finger at them in his cheery 
manner, the little white-whiskered man swung the sack to 
his shoulder, and with a whistle such as the wind makes 


when it plays through the chinks of a window, he was gone— 
up the chimney. 

The dolls were very quiet as they walked back into the 
nursery and sat down to think it all over, and as they sat there 
thinking, they heard out in the night the ‘‘tinkle, tinkle, 
tinkle” of tiny sleigh bells, growing fainter and fainter as 
they disappeared in the distance. 

Without a word, but filled with a happy wonder, the dolls 
climbed into their beds, just as Marcella had left them, and 
pulled the covers up to their chins. 

And Raggedy Andy lay there, his little shoe button eyes 
looking straight towards the ceiling and smiling a joyful 
smile—not a “half smile” this time, but a “full size smile.” 











































THE WOODEN HORSE 

Santa Claus left a whole lot of toys. 

A wooden horse, covered with canton flannel and touched 
lightly with a paint brush dipped in black paint to give him 
a dappled gray appearance, was one of the presents. 

With the wooden horse came a beautiful red wagon with 
four yellow wheels. My! The paint was pretty and shiny. 

The wooden horse was hitched to the wagon with a patent 
leather harness; and he, himself, stood proudly upon a red 
platform running on four little nickel wheels. 

It was true that the wooden horse’s eyes were as far apart 
as a camel’s and made him look quite like one when viewed 
from in front, but he had soft leather ears and a silken mane 
and tail. 

He was nice to look upon, was the wooden horse. All the 
dolls patted him and smoothed his silken mane and felt his 
shiny patent leather harness the first night they were alone 
with him in the nursery. 

The wooden horse had a queer voice; the dolls could hardly 
understand him at first, but when his bashfulness wore off, 
he talked quite plainly. 

‘Tt is the first time I have ever tried to talk,” he explained 
when he became acquainted, ‘‘and I guess I was talking down 
in my stomach instead of my head!” 










‘‘You will like it here in the nursery very much!’' said 
Raggedy Andy. “We have such jolly times and love each 
other so much I know you will enjoy your new home!'' 

“I am sure I shall!” the wooden horse answered. “Where 
I came from, we—the other horses and myself—just stood 
silently upon the shelves and looked and looked straight 
ahead, and never so much as moved our tails.” 

“See if you can move your tail now!” Henny, the Dutch 
doll, suggested. 

The wooden horse started to roll across the nursery floor 
and if Raggedy Ann had not been in the way, he might have 
bumped into the wall. As it was, the wooden horse rolled 
against Raggedy Ann and upset her but could go no further 
when his wheels ran against her rag foot. 

When the wooden horse upset Raggedy Ann, he stood still 
until Uncle Clem and Henny and Raggedy Andy lifted him 
off Raggedy Ann’s feet. “Did I frisk my tail ?” he asked when 
Raggedy Ann stood up and smoothed her apron. 

“Try it again!” said Raggedy Ann. “I couldn’t see!” 
She laughed her cheery rag doll laugh, for Raggedy Ann, no 
matter what happened, never lost her temper. 

The wooden horse started rolling backward at this and 
knocked Henny over upon his back, causing him to cry 
“Mama!” in his squeeky voice. 

Uncle Clem, Raggedy Ann, and the tin soldier all held 
to the wooden horse and managed to stop him just as he was 
backing out of the nursery door towards the head of the stairs. 

Then the dolls pulled the wooden horse back to the center 
of the room. “It’s funny” he said, “that I start moving 
backward or forward when I try to frisk my tail!” 

“I believe it is because you have stood so long upon the 
shelf without moving,” Raggedy Andy suggested. “Suppose 
you try moving forward!” 

Uncle Clem, who was standing in front of the wooden horse, 
jumped to one side so hastily his feet slipped out from under 
him, just as if he had been sliding upon slippery ice. 

































The wooden horse did not start moving forward as Uncle 
Clem had expected; instead, his silken tail frisked gaily up 
over his back. 

“Wheel There, you frisked your tail!'’ cried all the dolls 
as joyfully as if the wooden horse had done something truly 
wonderful. 

“It’s easy now!” said the wooden horse. “When I wish 
to go forward or backward I’ll try to frisk my tail and then 
I’ll roll along on my shiny wheels; then when I wish to frisk 
my tail I’ll try to roll forward or backward, like this!” But 
instead of rolling forward, the wooden horse frisked his tail. 
“I wanted to frisk my tail then!” he said in surprise. “Now 
I’ll roll forward!” And sure enough, the wooden horse rolled 
across the nursery floor. 

When he started rolling upon his shiny wheels. Raggedy 
Andy cried, “All aboard!” and, taking a short run, he leaped 
upon the wooden horse’s back. Uncle Clem, Raggedy Ann, 
Henny, the Dutch doll and Susan, the doll without a head, 
all scrambled up into the pretty red wagon. 

The wooden horse thought this was great fun and round 











and round the nursery he circled. His shiny wheels and the 
pretty yellow wheels of the red wagon creaked so loudly 
none of the dolls heard the cries of the tiny penny dolls who 
were too small to climb aboard. Finally, as the wagon load 
of dolls passed the penny dolls, Raggedy Andy noticed the two 
little midgets standing together and missing the fun; so, 
leaning Vay over to one side as the horse swept by them, 
Raggedy Andy caught both the penny dolls in his strong rag 
arms and lifted them to a seat upon the broad back of the 
wooden horse. 

“Hooray!’' cried all the dolls when they saw Raggedy 
Andy’s feat. “It was just like a Wild West Show!” 

“We must all have all the fun we can together!” said 
Raggedy Andy. 

“Good for you!” cried Uncle Clem. “The more fun we 
can give each other, the more fun each one of us will have!” 









The wooden horse made the circle of the nursery a great 
many times, for it pleased him very much to hear the gay 
laughter of the dolls and he thought to himself, ‘'How happy 
I will be, living with such a jolly crowd/' 

But just as he was about to pass the door, there was a 
noise upon the stairs and the wooden horse, hearing it, 
stopped so suddenly Raggedy Andy and the penny dolls 
went clear over his head and the dolls in the front of the wagon 
took Raggedy Andy's seat upon the horse's back. 

They lay just as they fell, for they did not wish anyone 
to suspect that they could move or talk. 

“Ha! Hal Ha! I knew you were having a lot of fun!" cried 
a cheery voice. 

At this, all the dolls immediately scrambled back into their 
former places, for they recognized the voice of the French 
dollie. 

But what was their surprise to see her dressed in a lovely 
fairy costume, her lovely curls flying out behind, as she ran 
towards them. 

Raggedy Andy was just about to climb upon the horse's 










back again when the French doll leaped there herself and, 
balancing lightly upon one foot, stood in this position while the 
wooden horse rolled around the nursery as fast as he could go. 

Raggedy Andy and the two penny dolls ran after the wagon 
and, with the assistance of Uncle Clem and Raggedy Ann, 
climbed up in back. 

When the wooden horse finally stopped the dolls all said, 
“This is the most fun we have had for a long time!'^ 

The wooden horse, a thrill of happiness running through 
his wooden body, cried, “It is the most fun I have ever had!’’ 

And the dolls, while they did not tell him so, knew that 
he had had the most fun because he had given them the most 
pleasure. 

For, as you must surely know, they who are the most un¬ 
selfish are the ones who gain the greatest joy; because they 
give happiness to others. 
















































MAKING “ANGELS” IN THE SNOW 

“Wheel It's good to be back home again!” said Raggedy 
Andy to the other dolls, as he stretched his feet out in front 
of the little toy stove and rubbed his rag hands briskly to¬ 
gether, as if to warm them. 

All the dolls laughed at Raggedy Andy for doing this, for 
they knew there had never been a fire in the little toy stove 
in all the time it had been in the nursery. And that was a 
long time. 

“We are so glad and happy to have you back home again 
with us!" the dolls told Raggedy Andy. “For we have missed 
you very, very much!” 

“Well," Raggedy Andy replied, as he held his rag hands 
over the tiny lid of the stove and rubbed them again, “I 
have missed all of you, too, and wished many times that you 
had been with me to join in and share in the pleasures and 
frolics Eve had." 

And as Raggedy Andy continued to hold his hands over 
the little stove. Uncle Clem asked him why he did it. 

Raggedy Andy smiled and leaned back in his chair. 
“Really," he said, ‘T wasn't paying any attention to what I 
was doing! I’ve spent so much of my time while I was away 
drying out my soft cotton stuffing it seems as though it has 
almost become a habit." 








“Were you wet most of the time, Raggedy Andy?’' the 
French doll asked. 

“Nearly all the time!” Raggedy Andy replied. “First 
I would get sopping wet and then I’d freeze!” 

“Freeze!” exclaimed all the dolls in one breath. 

“Dear me, yes!” Raggedy Andy laughed. ‘‘J^st see 
here!” And Raggedy Andy pulled his sleeve up and showed 
where his rag arm had been mended. “That was quite 
a rip!” he smiled. 

“Dear! Dear! How in the world did it happen? On a 
nail?” Henny, the Dutch doll, asked as he put his arm about 
Raggedy Andy. 

“Froze!” said Raggedy Andy. 

The dolls gathered around Raggedy Andy and examined 
the rip in his rag arm. 

“It’s all right now!” he laughed. “But you should have 
seen me when it happened! I was frozen into one solid cake 
of ice all the way through, and when Marcella tried to lim¬ 
ber up my arm before it had thawed out, it went, 'Pop!’ and 
just bursted. 

“Then I was placed in a pan of nice warm water until 
the icy cotton inside me had melted, and then I was hung up 
on a line above the kitchen stove, out at Grandma’s.” 

“But how did you happen to get so wet and then freeze?” 
asked Raggedy Ann. 

“Out across the road from Gran’ma’s home, ’way out in the 
country, there is a lovely pond,” Raggedy Andy explained. 
“In the summer time pretty flowers grow about the edge, the 
little green frogs sit upon the pond lilies and beat upon their 
tiny drums all through the night, and the twinkling stars 
wink at their reflections in the smooth water. But when 
Marcella and I went out to Gran’ma’s, last week, Gran’ma 
met us with a sleigh, for the ground was covered with starry 
snow. The pretty pond was covered with ice, too, and upon 
the ice was a soft blanket of the white, white snow. It was 
beautiful!” said Raggedy Andy. 












































“Grandma had a lovely new sled for Marcella, a red one 
with shiny runners. 

“And after we had visited Grandma a while, we went to 
the pond for a slide. 

“It was heaps of fun, for there was a little hill at one end 
of the pond so that when we coasted down, we went scooting 
across the pond like an arrow. 

“Marcella would turn the sled sideways, just for fun, and 
she and I would fall off and go sliding across the ice upon our 
backs, leaving a clean path of ice, where we pushed aside the 
snow as we slid. Then Marcella showed me how to make 
‘angels' in the soft snow!" 

“Oh, tell us how. Raggedy Andy!" shouted all the dollies. 

“It's very easy!" said Raggedy Andy. “Marcella would 
lie down upon her back in the snow and put her hands back 
up over her head, then she would bring her hands in a circle 
down to her sides, like this." And Raggedy Andy lay upon 
the floor of the nursery and showed the dollies just how it 
was done. “Then," he added, “when she stood up it would 
leave the print of her body and legs in the white, white snow. 









and where she had swooped her arms there were the 
‘angehs wings!’ ” 

‘‘It must have looked just like an angel!” said Uncle Clem. 

“Indeed it was very pretty!” Raggedy Andy answered. 
“Then Marcella made a lot of ‘angels’ by placing me in the 
snow and working my arms; so you see, what with falling off 
the sled so much and making so many ‘angels,’ we both were 
wet, but I was completely soaked through. My cotton just 
became soppy and I was ever so much heavier! Then Gran’- 
ma, just as we were having a most delightful time, came to 
the door and ‘Ooh-hooed’ to Marcella to come and get a nice 
new doughnut. So Marcella, thinking to return in a minute, 
left me lying upon the sled and ran through the snow to 
Gran’ma’so And there I stayed and stayed until I began to 
feel stiff and could hear the cotton inside me go, ‘Tic! Tic!’ 
as it began to freeze. 




















“I lay upon the sled until after the sun went down. Two 
little Chicadees came and sat upon the sled and talked to me 
in their cute little bird language, and I watched the sky in the 
west get golden red, then turn into a deep crimson purple and 
finally a deep blue, as the sun went farther down around the 
bend of the earth. After it had been dark for some time, I 
heard someone coming through the snow and could see the 
yellow light of a lantern. It was Gran'ma. 

'‘She pulled the sled over in back of her house and did 
not see that I was upon it until she turned to go in the 
kitchen; then she picked me up and took me inside. 'He's 
frozen as stiff as a board!' she told Marcella as she handed 
me to her. Marcella did not say why she had forgotten to 
come for me, but I found out afterward that it was because 
she was so wet. Gran'ma made her change her clothes and 
shoes and stockings and would not permit her to go out and 
play again. 

"Well, anyway," concluded Raggedy Andy, "Marcella 
tried to limber my arm and, being almost solid ice, it just 
burst. And that is the way it went all the time we were out 
at Gran'ma's; I was wet nearly all the time. But I wish you 
could all have been with me to share in the fun." 

And Raggedy Andy again leaned over the little toy stove 
and rubbed his rag hands briskly together. 

Uncle Clem went to the waste paper basket and came 
back with some scraps of yellow and red paper. Then, taking 
off one of the tiny lids, he stuffed the paper in part of the way 
as if the flames were "shooting up!" 

Then, as all the dolls' merry laughter rang out. Raggedy 
Andy stopped rubbing his hands, and catching Raggedy Ann 
about the waist, he went skipping across the nursery floor 
with her, whirling so fast neither saw they had gone out 
through the door until it was too late. For coming to the 
head of the stairs, they both went head over heels, "blumpity, 
blump!" over and over, until they wound up, laughing, at 
the bottom. 


“Last one up is a Cocoa baby!'' cried Raggedy Ann, as she 
scrambled to her feet. And with her skirts in her rag hands 
she went racing up the stairs to where the rest of the dollies 
stood laughing. 

“Hurrah, for Raggedy Ann!'* cried Raggedy Andy gen¬ 
erously. “She won!" 




































For years and years the beautiful shell had been upon 
the floor in Gran’ma’s front room. It was a large shell with 
many points upon it. These were coarse and rough, but 
the shell was most beautiful inside. 

Marcella had seen the shell time and time again and often 
admired its lovely coloring, which could be seen when one 
looked inside the shell. 

So one day, Gran'ma gave the beautiful shell to Marcella 
to have for her very own, up in the nursery. 

‘Tt will be nice to place before the nursery door so the 
wind will not blow the door to and pinch anyone's fingers!" 
Gran'ma laughed. 

So Marcella brought the shell home and placed it in front 
of the nursery door. Here the dolls saw it that night, when 
all the house was still, and stood about it wondering what kind 
of toy it might be. 

‘Tt seems to be nearly all mouth!" said Henny, the Dutch 
doll. ‘‘Perhaps it can talk." 

“It has teeth!" the French doll pointed out. “It may 
bite!" 

“I do not believe it will bite," Raggedy Andy mused, as he 
got down upon his hands and knees and looked up into the 
shell. “Marcella would not have it up here if it would bite!" 





And, saying this, Raggedy Andy put his rag arm into the 
lovely shell’s mouth. 

“It doesn’t bite! I knew it wouldn’t!” he cried. ‘‘Just 
feel how smooth it is inside!” 

All the dolls felt and were surprised to find it polished so 
highly inside, while the outside was so coarse and rough. 
With the help of Uncle Clem and Henny, Raggedy Andy 
turned the shell upon its back, so that all the dolls might 
look in. 

The coloring consisted of dainty pinks, creamy whites and 
pale blues, all running together just as the coloring in an opal 
runs from one shade into another. Raggedy Andy, stooping 
over to look further up inside the pretty shell, heard something. 

“It’s whispering!” he said, as he raised up in surprise. 

All the dolls took turns putting their ears to the mouth 
of the beautiful shell. Yes, truly it whispered, but they could 
not catch just what it said. 

Finally Raggedy Andy suggested that all the dolls lie 
down upon the floor directly before the shell and keep very 
quiet. 

“If we don’t make a sound we may be able to hear what it 
says!” he explained. 

So the dolls lay down, placing themselves flat upon the floor 
directly in front of the shell and where they could see and 
admire its beautiful coloring. 

Nov the dolls could be very, very quiet when they really 
wished to be, and it was easy for them to hear the faint whis¬ 
pering of the shell. 

This is the story the shell told the dolls in the nursery that 
night: 

“A long, long time ago, I lived upon the yellow sand, deep 
down beneath the blue, blue waters of the ocean. Pretty 
silken sea weeds grew around my home and reached their 
waving branches up, up towards the top of the water. 

“Through the pretty sea weeds, fishes of pretty colors and 
shapes darted here and there, playing at their games. 



•iisssasuasaatA 


























It was still and quiet 'way down where I lived, for even if 
the ocean roared and pounded itself into an angry mass of 
tumbling waves up above, this never disturbed the calm 
waters down where I lived. 

‘‘Many times, little fishes or other tiny sea people came 
and hid within my pretty house when they were being 
pursued by larger sea creatures. And it always made'me 
very happy to give them this protection, 
f ‘‘They would stay inside until I whispered that the larger 
creature had gone, then they would leave me and return to 
their play.. 

“Pretty little sea horses with slender, curving bodies 
often went sailing above me, or would come to rest upon my 
back. It was nice to lie and watch the tiny things curl their 
little tails about the sea weed and talk together, for the sea 
horses like one another and are gentle and kind to each other, 
sharing their food happily and smoothing their little ones with 
their cunning noses. 

“But one day a diver leaped over the side of a boat and 
came swimming head-first down, down to where I lay. My! 
How the tiny sea creatures scurried to hide from him. He 
took me within his hand and, giving his feet a thump upon 
the yellow sand, rose with me to the surface. 

“He poured the water from me, and out came all the little 
creatures who had been hiding there!” 

Raggedy Andy wiggled upon the floor, he was so inter¬ 
ested. 

“Did the tiny creatures get back into the water safely.^” 
he asked the beautiful shell. 

“Oh, yes!” the shell whispered in reply. “The man held 
me over the side of the boat, so the tiny creatures went safely 
back into the water!” 

“I am so glad!” Raggedy Andy said, with a sigh of relief. 
“He must have been a kindly man!” 

“Yes, indeed!” the beautiful shell replied. “So I was 
placed along with a lot of other shells in the bottom of the boat 


and every once in awhile another shell was placed amongst us. 
We whispered together and wondered where we were going. 
We were finally sold to different people and I have been at 
Grandma’s house for a long, long time.’’ 

“You lived there when Gran’ma was a little girl, didn’t 
you?” Raggedy Ann asked. 

“Yes,” replied the shell, “I have lived there ever since 
Gran’ma was a little girl. She often used to play with me and 
listen to me sing.” 

“Raggedy Ann can play ‘Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater’ on 
the piano, with one hand,” said Uncle Clem, “but none of us 
can sing. Will you sing for us?” he asked the shell. 

“I sing all the time,” the shell replied, “for I cannot help 
singing, but my singing is a secret and so is very soft and low. 
Put your head close to the opening in my shell and listen!” 

The dolls took turns doing this, and heard the shell sing 
softly and very sweetly. 

“How strange and far away it sounds!” exclaimed the 
French doll. “Like fairies singing in the distance! The 
shell must be singing the songs of the mermaids and the water- 
fairies !” 

“It is queer that anything so rough on the outside could 
be so pretty within!” said Raggedy Andy, “It must be a great 
pleasure to be able to sing so sweetly!” 

“Indeed it is,” replied the beautiful shell, “and I get a 
great happiness from singing all the time.” 

“And you will bring lots of pleasure to us, by being so 
happy!” said Raggedy Andy. “For although you may not 
enter into our games, we will always know that you are 
happily singing, and that will make us all happy!” 

“I will tell you the secret of my singing,” said the shell. 
“When anyone puts^ his ear to me and listens, he hears the 
reflection of his own heart’s music, singing; so, you see, while 
I say that I am singing all the time, in reality I sing only 
when someone full of happiness hears his own singing as if it 
were mine.” 


“How unselfish you are to say this!’' said Raggedy Andy. 
“Now we are ever so much more glad to have you with us. 
Aren’t we?” he asked, turning to the rest of the dolls. 

“Yes, indeed!” came the answer from all the dolls, even the 
tiny penny dolls. 

“That is why the shell is so beautiful inside!” said Raggedy 
Ann. “Those who are unselfish may wear rough clothes, but 
inside they are always beautiful, just like the shell, and re¬ 
flect to others the happiness and sunny music within their 
hearts!” 














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The Volland “Happy Children” Books are; 

Helping The Weatherman 

Written and illustrated by Gertrude A. Kay 

Fairy Tales From France 

By Wm. Trowbridge Lamed, illustrated by John Rae 

Friendly Fairies 

Written and illustrated by Johnny Gruelle 

Raggedy Ann 

Written and illustrated by Johnny Gruelle 
The Perhappsy Chaps 

By Ruth Plumly Thompson, illustrated by Arthur Hen¬ 
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Winkle, Twinkle and Lollypop 

By Nina Wilcox Putnam, illustrated by Katherine Sturges 
Dodge 

Kernel Cob and Little Miss Sweetclover 
By George Mitchell, illustrated by Tony Sarg 

My Very Own Fairy Stories 

Written and illustrated by Johnny Gruelle 

Rhymes For Kindly Children 

By Fairmont Snyder, illustrated by Johnny Gruelle 

Quacky Doodles* and Danny Daddles* Book 
By Rose Strong Hubbell, illustrated by Johnny Gruelle 

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Volland ideal in every detail. You will 
find a beauty of thought, color loveliness and har-. 
mony, happiness and wholesomeness in the stories, 
pictures and inspirations. 

The Volland “Nature Children** Books are: 

The Turned-Intos 

By Elizabeth Gordon, illustrated by Janet Laura Scott 

Whisk Away On A Sunbeam 

By Olive Beaupre Miller, illustrated by Maginel Wright 
Enright 

Wild Flower Children 

By Elizabeth Gordon, illustrated by Janet Laura Scott 

Fables In Rhyme 

By Wm. Trowbridge Lamed, illustrated by John Rae 

Flower Children 

By Elizabeth Gordon, illustrated by M. T. Ross 
Bird Children 

By Elizabeth Gordon, illustrated by M. T. Ross 
Animal Children 

By Edith Brown Kirkwood, illustrated by M. T. Ross 

Mother Earth’s Children 

By Elizabeth Gordon, illustrated by M. T. Ross 

If your book man should be out of these you can 
get them by writing directly to us. 


P. F. VOLLAND COMPANY 

Publishers of Books Good for Children 

New York CHICAGO Toronto 






















THIS IS OME OF THE 
, VOLLAMD 

"HAPPy CHILDREN BOOKS” 


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